"When charging to the cheering cry
“Of Este and of Victory!'

"I will not plead the cause of crime,
"Nor sue thee to redeem from time
"A few brief hours or days that must
"At length roll o'er my reckless dust;-
"Such maddening moments as my past,

They could not, and they did not, last"Albeit my birth and name be base, "And thy nobility of race

"Disdain'd to deck a thing like me— "Yet in my lineaments they trace "Some features of my father's face,

"And in my spirit-all of thee.

"From thee-this tamelessness of heart

"From thee-nay, wherefore dost thou start?— "From thee in all their vigour came

My arm of strength, my soul of flame—

"Thou didst not give me life alone,

"But all that made me more thine own.
"See what thy guilty love hath done!
Repaid thee with too like a son!
"I am no bastard in my soul,

"For that, like thine, abhorr'd control:
"And for my breath, that hasty boon

"Thou gav'st and wilt resume so soon,

"I valued it no more than thou,
"When rose thy casque above thy brow,
"And we, all side by side, have striven,
"And o'er the dead our coursers driven :
"The past is nothing—and at last

"The future can but be the past;

"Yet would I that I then had died:

"For though thou work'dst my mother's ill, And made thy own my destined bride, I feel thou art my father still;

“And, harsh as sounds thy hard decree, "'Tis not unjust, although from thee.

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Begot in sin, to die in shame,

My life begun and ends the same: "As err'd the sire, so err'd the son, "And thou must punish both in one.

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My crime seems worst to human view, "But God must judge between us too!”

XIV.

He ceased-and stood with folded arms,
On which the circling fetters sounded;
And not an ear but felt as wounded,
Of all the chiefs that there were rank'd,
When those dull chains in meeting clank'd:
Till Parisina's fatal charms

PUBLISHED BY JOHN MURRAY, ALBEMARLE STREET, DEC.11819.

Again attracted every eye

Would she thus hear him doom'd to die!

She stood, I said, all pale and still,
The living cause of Hugo's ill:
Her eyes unmoved, but full and wide,
Not once had turn'd to either side-
Nor once did those sweet eyelids close,
Or shade the glance o'er which they rose,
But round their orbs of deepest blue
The circling white dilated grew-
And there with glassy gaze she stood
As ice were in her curdled blood;
But every now and then a tear

So large and slowly gather'd slid

From the long dark fringe of that fair lid, It was a thing to see, not hear!

And those who saw, it did surprise,

Such drops could fall from human eyes.
To speak she thought-the imperfect note
Was choked within her swelling throat,
Yet seem'd in that low hollow groan
Her whole heart gushing in the tone.
It ceased-again she thought to speak,
Then burst her voice in one long shriek,
And to the earth she fell like stone
Or statue from its base o'erthrown,